[CENTER][h1][color=brown]Brutrumukk[/color][/h1][/CENTER]

Brutrumukk looked at Jub in confusion. [color=brown]"I ain't actually a weretiger?"[/color] The [s]bugbear[/s] gnome asked. [color=brown]"What're you on about, booyagh? O' course I'm a actually a weretiger. You saw me turn into one during our last two fights. I even still 'ave the needle those darklings stuck me with what turned me. Look."[/color] Brutrumukk removed the backpack from his shoulders then, opened it, and began rummaging around in the part of the backpack where he had stored everything he looted from the darkli- [color=brown]"GAH!"[/color] Brutrumukk yelped in pained surprise as he quickly withdrew his hand from the backpack to reveal the needle was now stuck point first in the side of his hand.

The barbarian regarded the needle with an annoyed expression at first. After a few moments though, his expression changed to confusion. Then to realization. Finally, Brutrumukk's face settled on a look of anger. [color=brown]"Those fuckin' darklings!"[/color] Brutrumukk growled in fury before plucking the needle from his hand and glaring at it. [color=brown]"I should 'ave known bein' turned into an actual weretiger as a way of payin' fer incense was too good to be true. They must've thought it'd be a great laugh to 'ave me thinkin' that was what 'appened though."[/color] A vengeful grin replaced his anger then. [color=brown]"Well I 'ope that laugh was worth dyin' for."[/color] Brutrumukk chuckled at the thought before sticking the needle into the belt of his jester's outfit in such a way that it wouldn't be able to prick him by accident again. [color=brown]"Either way, this mightn't be a total loss at least. Maybe we'll find a use fer a needle what makes folks think they're weretigers."[/color]